Really hard parts of this quarantine: my friends and flying.
I can phone & vid my friends, but we're touchy-feely people and we need the hugs and the closeness. And I miss them terribly.
I do my flying out of Egelsbach, and it's all but closed and 3 hours away from me.
I miss my little Cessnas. A lot.
Hugs & a shoutout to @avrora,
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When the world was young, there were 3 pairs of wings.
One was given to souls, and they were called Angels.
The second was given to animals, and they were called Birds.
The third was given to children.
And they call us pilots.
@avrora
Because I fly
I laugh more than other men
I look up and see more than they,
I know how the clouds feel,
What it's like to have the blue in my lap,
to look down on birds,
to feel freedom in a thing called the stick…
who but I can slice between God's billowed legs,
and feel then laugh and crash with His step...
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I have no memory of a day in my life that I have not wanted to fly.
My first drawings, my first kindergarten handicrafts, my first toys, all had wings. The Mexico City airport, for so many a transient or obligatory (and thus despised) place, was for me a portal to a world I always perceived as my own, from the smell of jet fuel
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